The teleological endpoint for art is always NOW, a NOW of eternal becoming that will never arrive.
Thinking, how so much art criticism and theory exists in a secularized teleological framework, drawn from Christian theology, but which has no endpoint but the present.
As a poet, I learned that language is not our friend.
As a visual artist, I learned that what we see is not the truth.
I have known those who I believe are truly of the innocents of the earth–but the price of innocence in this world is profound denial.
The pure in heart are capable of the greatest crimes.
It’s our belief in their innocence that makes this possible.
